It was a dark and stormy night...

I stirred to the sound of lightning above the clouds on a humid summer night. It had been a long flight evading that blasted black nosed neuisance, but I had once again evaded his grasp. I was running low on fuel and while my mind told me to head towards LaGuardia, my instincts told me to land on Queens Boulevard. As I descended from the abyss towards the concrete I knew that I didn't have enough road. So I did what any man worth his salt would do... I crash landed into Gallaghers 2000.

It wasn't the prettiest sight. The lights flickered upon the stainless steel within reflecting the flesh of the veterans whom I can only imagine have "seen things". Yet there was hope amongst the rabble. Within the faint crescendo of Russian and Spanish voices I saw a jewel who smelled of familiarity and pleasantries. I felt obliged to introduce myself and showered her with my signature planes. She took notice. Moments later I found myself upstairs, elevated, as she proceeded to show me her maneuvers. Reinvigorated I left the establishment ready to spread my wings for the next adventure.

Fly on my friends,